Claire's POV
My ears started to ring as I digested what I just heard. An heir, a whole child. Surely I must have heard wrong.
My hand flew instinctively to my stomach, as though a child might suddenly appear there just because they had spoken the words aloud.
Louis finally found his voice, though I could feel the tension in the way his hands gripped my thighs beneath the table before slowly loosening.
"What do you mean by an heir?" he asked, his tone sharp but controlled. His anger radiated in waves. "We literally just got married."
"I know that," his grandmother snapped, waving a dismissive hand. "But your grandfather and I are getting old. We do not have forever, Louis. We would sleep better knowing there is an heir, someone to carry on the family legacy."
She turned her gaze to me, and I suddenly felt like I was being assessed. I knew she meant that I needed to provide an heir.
